Let Me Chill Kerser
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[Verse 1]
Pick the ball up, I ain't even drop the shit
My mind's in a race, tabs make the clock tick
A bit quicker, I spit sicker than sick spitters
All lined with ARIAs and I ain't get my shit, listen
What a fuckin' joke, industry a puff of smoke
I get the last laugh 'cause I'm still makin' fuckin' dough
But on another note, I'm dealin' with my mood swings
Poppin' shit just to function and to do shit
My brain plays games, am I in the right place?
Like I ain't even wanna rap but it's my life mate
Tryna' stand forward but it's like I'm steppin' backwards
Labels only talkin' 'cause the fact that I can rap good
I'm in a black hoodie, smashed, I can barely talk
They told me "look at yourself, you can barely walk"
If I'm fallin' apart, at least I noticed this shit
And if I fall will you laugh and push me over to the
Program damn, just to get me off the Xan man
I don't think it's workin', should I end it with a bam? Damn
Crazy thoughts that I'm livin' amongst
They won't leave my fuckin' brain 'cause there's a blizzard of dust
Ridiculous stuff, I see the bitch in you cunt
Just jealous 'cause I made it and I'm livin' it up
I don't know what to do, should I be zippin' it up?
Not my mouth or body bag on you conspicuous cunts
Just let me chill
Pick the ball up, I ain't even drop the shit
My mind's in a race, tabs make the clock tick
A bit quicker, I spit sicker than sick spitters
All lined with ARIAs and I ain't get my shit, listen
What a fuckin' joke, industry a puff of smoke
I get the last laugh 'cause I'm still makin' fuckin' dough
But on another note, I'm dealin' with my mood swings
Poppin' shit just to function and to do shit
My brain plays games, am I in the right place?
Like I ain't even wanna rap but it's my life mate
Tryna' stand forward but it's like I'm steppin' backwards
Labels only talkin' 'cause the fact that I can rap good
I'm in a black hoodie, smashed, I can barely talk
They told me "look at yourself, you can barely walk"
If I'm fallin' apart, at least I noticed this shit
And if I fall will you laugh and push me over to the
Program damn, just to get me off the Xan man
I don't think it's workin', should I end it with a bam? Damn
Crazy thoughts that I'm livin' amongst
They won't leave my fuckin' brain 'cause there's a blizzard of dust
Ridiculous stuff, I see the bitch in you cunt
Just jealous 'cause I made it and I'm livin' it up
I don't know what to do, should I be zippin' it up?
Not my mouth or body bag on you conspicuous cunts
Just let me chill
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